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Real as a dream What shall I do with this great o… What is the interpretation of this… if I can dream that I dream / and… I am awake / and why do that?
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! H… The world is holy! The soul is ho… Everything is holy! everybody’s ho… The bum’s as holy as the seraphim!… The typewriter is holy the poem is…
Sometimes when my eyes are red I go up on top of the RCA Buildi… and gaze at my world, Manhattan— my buildings, streets I’ve done fe… lofts, beds, coldwater flats
What do I want in these rooms pap… How much can I make by cutting my… bathe my body reeking of masturbat… dried in employment bureaus, magaz… cloakrooms of the smiling gods of…
Elan that lifts me above the cloud… into pure space, timeless, yea ete… Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to breath in one hundred two hundred years
Under silver wing San Francisco’s towers sprouting thru thin gas clouds, Tamalpais black—breasted above Pa… Berkeley hills pine—covered below—
In the foreground we see time and… swept in a race toward the left hand side of the p… where shore meets shore. But that meeting place
Now I’ll record my secret vision,… It was no dream, I lay broad waki… having masturbated for no love, an… on my lap Lo & behold! I was thoughtless an…
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire burning by the… porch and a few tired souls hunche…
Tail turned to red sunset on a jun… Mad at Oryoki in the shrine—room… Put on my shirt and took it off in… A dandelion seed floats above the… At 4 A.M. the two middleaged men…
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Elio… welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea in his digs Chelsea rainbows curtains on his windows, fog seepi…
Strange now to think of you, gone… the sunny pavement of Greenwich V… downtown Manhattan, clear winter n… talking, reading the Kaddish aloud… shout blind on the phonograph
O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire ...how sad, no way to change the mad cultivated asphodel, the
What thoughts I have of you tonig… I walked down the sidestreets unde… self—conscious looking at the full… In my hungry fatigue, and shopping… into the neon fruit supermarket, d…
I —A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick… One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat un… tauqua tent in Aurora listening to Black spirituals, tap…